Day three of this poetry challenge thing calls for a poem using the first ten words on page eight of the book nearest to me, used any way anywhere in the poem.
The book nearest me: City of Lost Souls, by Cassandra Clare.
My words: "storm was in full bloom rain streaking the windows like"
Late winter storm
Spattering rain down on the world
Birds hop through puddles
Raindrops streaking down the windows
Falling, quickly reforming together
Racing like cars to finish last
The best view is mine
From the back porch
Wishing the lightening would strike me dead
My family calls me in
Saying I'll catch a cold
But that isn't what worries me
Remember that storms bring seasons
That after this, spring will come in full bloom
Better even than it was last year
April showers bring May flowers-
The worst of this world creates the best.
I'm so sorry you read that.
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